18: Moonstone

Everything that Moonstone came in contact with was pristinely clean in it's newness, Emma Frost would never have countenanced anything second hand, borrowed or hand-me-down.
"Moonstone, sneezed Momma," Joshua said.
Emma smiled and told him to say 'bless you'. Whilst the shelter they had got the cat from had a good reputation Emma was a belt and braces kind of gal. She would get her checked out by the family's veterinarian, get the animal spayed too. The last thing she needed was a litter of kittens to deal with.
"If the puss-cat wants to sleep let her Josh, she is a living feeling creature. Not a toy."
"Okay Momma." The little fingers were withdrawn but the child's intense blue eyes were fixed on the carrier's occupant.